A/N: Another creepo chappie! :D haha.
Chapter 8: Lock On
He watched as his… their… contact felt his way into the pitch black room that was set up for this meeting. If all went as planned, the contact would have, well, contacted with the target.
And that was what he hoped to hear.
He had decent night-vision, unlike the contact, who fumbled around in the dark as uncomfortably as a human. He latched onto a chain positioned directly above his seated form and yanked it down twice. The overhead white lights flickered on obediently in response and, though his eyes were having adjustment issues, he never showed it. He glared directly into the golden eyes of his… their… contact with toned-down ferocity. Even still, as the contact blinked wildly to regain his vision, he flinched away, clearly unnerved. He was as easy to read as a book.
"Well, Cowbird," That was the contact's call sign, "I hope you're about to tell me that you've made contact." He hissed, absently brushing back a neon yellow quill. The Charleston humidity did nothing to help his already tangled quills.
"I am." Cowbird said quietly, his eyes down-turned and pain-filled.
"Excellent! We can proceed with Phase Two." He rubbed his hands together menacingly, as only a madman could.
Soon I will have her. He had to strangle a cackle.
"Phase Two, Code Yellow?" Cowbird quizzed. The other hedgehog's ears flattened against his skull in displeasure.
"Oh yes… Phase Two…" With a black and evil smirk, Yellow locked eyes with Cowbird, pervading his own with dark reflections of his thoughts. "Continue to track, Cowbird. The time to make the move is approaching." In anticipation, Yellow stood and slithered up to stand face-to-face with Cowbird.
"Yellow?"
"You will not screw this up for me. You will not. Do you understand me? Make one wrong move, and I'll rip her heart out while you watch, then I'll come for you." Yellow scowled at Cowbird with unbridled hostility. No matter what, nothing would destroy this opportunity.
Nothing.